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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Quadrant 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.