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 Malta 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.