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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Mars,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.