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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.