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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.