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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.