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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.