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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.