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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.