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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Michelle Simonal 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.