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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.