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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.