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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.