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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.