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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.