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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.