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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.