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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.