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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.