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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.