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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.