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 Samoa and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Index,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.