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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Index,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.