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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Organ,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.