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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.