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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Can,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.