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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Franke,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.