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 India and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Faust,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.