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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.