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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.