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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.