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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.