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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.