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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.