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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
DNA,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.