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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.