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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.