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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Brick,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.