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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
the Association,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.