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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.