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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.