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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
DNA,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
The Move,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.