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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.