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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.