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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.