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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.