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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.