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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.