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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.