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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.