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 Mali 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 funk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.