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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.