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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.