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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.