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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.