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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.