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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.