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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.