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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.