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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
X-102,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.