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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.