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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.