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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.