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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Fall to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.