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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.