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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.