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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.