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 Micronesia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.