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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.