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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.