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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.