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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.