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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
June Days,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.