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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.