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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.