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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.