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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.