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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.