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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.