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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.