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 China and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.