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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.