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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.