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 China 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Technova,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.