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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.