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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.