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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.