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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.