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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.