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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
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.