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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Scion,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.