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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.