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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.