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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.