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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.