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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.