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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fear,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
This Heat,
Can,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.