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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.