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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.