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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.