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 Australia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.