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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.