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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.