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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.