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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arcadia 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.