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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.