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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.