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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.