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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
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.