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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.