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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
CMW,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.