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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.