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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.