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 Mongolia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Index,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.