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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.