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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.