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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.