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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.