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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.