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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.