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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.