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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.