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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.