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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.