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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.