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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.