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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.