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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Franke,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Main Source,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.