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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.