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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.