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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.