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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.