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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.