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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.