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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.