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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Index,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.