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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.