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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gong,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.