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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.