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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.