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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.