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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.