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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.