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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.