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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.