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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.