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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
UT,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.