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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.