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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.