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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Nico,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.