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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.