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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.