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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.