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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
CMW,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.