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 Djibouti 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.