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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.