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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.