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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.