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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.