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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.