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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.