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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.