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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.