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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.