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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.