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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.