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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.