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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.