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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mars to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Pole,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.