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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.