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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.