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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.