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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.