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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.