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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.