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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.