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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.