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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.