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 Greece and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.