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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.