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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Whodini,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.