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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.