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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.