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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.