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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.