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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.