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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.