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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.