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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.