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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.