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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.