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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.