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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.