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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.