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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.