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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.