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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.