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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Fear,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.