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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.