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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.