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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.