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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.