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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.