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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.