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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.