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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.