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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
June of 44,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.