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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.