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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.