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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.