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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Can,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.