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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.