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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.