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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.