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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.