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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.