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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.