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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
AZ,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.