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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.