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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.