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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.