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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The Remains,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Q65,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.