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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.