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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.