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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
MDC,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.