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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Q65,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.