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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.