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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Shoche,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Skaos,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.