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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Cymande,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.