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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.