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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.