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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.