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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.