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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.