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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.