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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.