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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.