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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.