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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.