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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
the Association,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.