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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.