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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.