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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.