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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.