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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.