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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.