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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.