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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.