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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.