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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.