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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.