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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.