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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.