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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Angels of Light,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.