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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.