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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.