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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.