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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.