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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.