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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.