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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.