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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.