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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.