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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Moebius,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.