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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.