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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Scion,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.