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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Index,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.