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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.