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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Faust 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.