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 Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.