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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.