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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.