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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Monks,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.