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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.