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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.