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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Pole,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.