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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.