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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.