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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.