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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.