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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.