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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Urselle 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.