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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 cv313 to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.