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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.