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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.