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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.