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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.