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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.