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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Unwound,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.