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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.