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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Can,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.