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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.