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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.