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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.