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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.