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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.