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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Cymande,
the Germs,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.