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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.