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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.