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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.