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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Slave,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.