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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.