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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
X-101,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.