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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.