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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.