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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.