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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.