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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.