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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.