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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.