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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.