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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.