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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.