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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Cameo,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.