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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Index,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.