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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.