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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.