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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.