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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.