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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.