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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
AZ,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.