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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.