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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.