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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Technova,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.