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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.