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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.