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 India and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.