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 Macedonia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Crime,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.