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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.