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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 Seoul and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.