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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.