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 Monaco 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.