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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.