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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Wings,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.