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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.