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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.