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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.