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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.