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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.