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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. 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 rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.