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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.