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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.