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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.