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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.