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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.