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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.