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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.