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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.