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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.