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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.