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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.