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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.