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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.