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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.