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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.