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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.