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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.