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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.