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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.