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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.