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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.