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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Technova,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
X-102,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.