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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.