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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.