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 Sweden and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.