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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.