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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Crime,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.