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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.