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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.