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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.