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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.