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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.