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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.