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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.