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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.