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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.