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 Costa Rica 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.