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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
This Heat,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.