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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Q65,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Pole,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.