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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.