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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.