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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Can,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.