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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Brick,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.