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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.