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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.