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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.