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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.