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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.