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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.