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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.