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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
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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.