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 Lyon.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.