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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.