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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.