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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.