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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.