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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.