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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.