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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.