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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.