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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Wire,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.