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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.