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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.