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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
the Association,
MC5,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
CMW,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.