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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.