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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.