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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.