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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.