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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Pylon,
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.