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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.