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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.