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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.