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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.