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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.