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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.