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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.