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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.