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 Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Cymande,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.