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 Latvia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.