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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.