Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.