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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.