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 Poland 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.