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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.