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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.