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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.