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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Ludus,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Can,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.