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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.