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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Television,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.