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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.