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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Ronan,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.