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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.