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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Television,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.