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 France and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Smoke,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.