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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
John Holt,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.