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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.