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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.