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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.