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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.