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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.