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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.