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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.