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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.