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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.