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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.