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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Darondo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.