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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.