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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.