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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.