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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.