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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Index to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.