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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.