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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
MDC,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.