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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.