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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.