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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Franke,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.