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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.