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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.