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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.