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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.