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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.