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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
DNA,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Ten City,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.