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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.