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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.