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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
CMW,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.