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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.