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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.