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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.