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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.