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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.