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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.