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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.