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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Smog,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.