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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.