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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.