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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.