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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.