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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Skriet,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.