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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.