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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Monks,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.