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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Crime,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.