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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.