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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.