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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.