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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.