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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Henry Cow 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.