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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.