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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Hoover,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.