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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.