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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.