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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.