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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Q65,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.