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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.