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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.