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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Normal to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.