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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
the Association,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Names,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.