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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.