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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.