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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.