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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.