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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.