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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.