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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.