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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.