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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.