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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.