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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.