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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.