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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Second Layer 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.