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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.