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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.