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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.